[Intro: mornin Haha, your mother fuckin asses up Yo is the what? Well come on then, you know time it is Stop on my group bitch!
[Verse 1: For whatever it's worth it's worth me my ass whipped I'ma have the last lips to ever kiss ass with I just get past these little pissants That wanna be rauny bad so bad And they so mad they can't it Cause we can and they can't (Haawk) And they handle it like a man And that's when it happens And I snap and it's a wrap, and it's a an then it isn't rap is it? Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you got to go and back into that shit Maybe I'm old but my pashion Is to smash anyone rappin havin to sslap em Believe me I'd much pick up a pencil than a pistol but I'm pissed now But it all on just how far it get's took on the mic Cause I'm tellin you right now your not like it Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin you me You a stick at a pit bull you get bit bB These words stick to you crazy glue When you diss me they just bounce off me like bullets do fifty! I'm the beatiful-est thing and your miss me when I'm gone Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl (argghhh!!) I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, & Proof are you with me?
Eminem] Come on an everybody on an Kick your shoes off mother come on an Cause we get it on an the break of dawn an your ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin Cause we ain't till 6 in the mornin So have sing with the words to the song an If you don't the words an you can't sing along an Fake like you know 'em join in Everybody on an
2: Swifty] Its in the pitted me of a beef starter In a with heat it's hard to keep me without one Fuck I'm walkin gloves with a shotgun Constantly popin slugs hot son, better not run The of all bosses a haluocaust to whoever ain't concious In a full of dog shit, gothic death project, you stop breathin You die quicker than mach speed without It ain't about what you When you meet me better speak like a season's Either that or we'll be beefin free You niggaz need a 'E' to speak shit! Your is a botique bitch Keep the heater you can reach quick I snipe you with it and we won't even keep it a Nigga I did it from a mind of a patient When glocks wave you can that conversation for satan You
[Chorus: Come on an come on an Kick your off motherfuckers come on an Cause we get it on an the break of dawn an Wake ass up motherfuckers quit yawnin Cause we ain't leavin till 6 in the So have sing with the words to the song an If you don't know the words an you can't sing an Fake like you know 'em motherfuckin in Everybody on an
3: Kuniva] Yo yo I heard you niggas like us But so what this is like 'What the did he say in his rap Em?' I can see that he's a punk I mean niggaz squeeze on me Please I'm guts I don't need no enemies, as my a couple trucks Am I empty seein them white I out them white to fight you In of every reporter that I don't like No need for metaphores I get across when I write So enough to say "fuck you bitch, and I don't like you, WHAT!" I might as well give this up heavy sales And just fuck an leave D12 and blunt We can't destruct I've never it this much on fellas, get up We got to fight like Bugs last of his life
4: Kon Artis] I walk with a limp, pistol off-a the hip I'm awkward and quick enough an sick when a fith Your carcus is split even the is partially thick We take you serious, you a comedy skit You probaly that you could be out shootin them G's But the only you shoot is the breeze I believe you speaking on movin key's But time we hear you kick it The only thing you is wolf tickets I look wicked cause niggas will test nut sack So when bust you better bust back And get your guts clapped outa your And when want it (yeah) I a hundred niggas from runave So get gun and if you comin
Eminem] Come on an everybody on an your shoes off motherfuckers come on an Cause we get it on an till the of dawn an Wake your ass up mother fuckers quit Cause we ain't till 6 in the mornin So have along with the words to the song an If you don't know the words an you can't along an Fake like you 'em motherfuckin join in Everybody on an